Sore

It has been busy at home and everywhere. Sir has a lot of responsibilities and obligations to uphold right now. I am busy being back up for him as well as continuing my own projects, hobbies, and work. Life is like that sometimes. I have realised that I miss that sort of deep soreness that […]

Boots

I reach into the back of the closet. My favourite sexy shoes, the ones Sir got me, have been terribly neglected lately. They are are leopard print, platform-having, nosebleed high heeled sporting, lovely visions of bootish wonder that I get to put on my feet. It is summer here, and the upstairs is really warm. […]

Writing

Sir has tasked me with writing every Tuesday and every Thursday. This has been really helpful for my internalising the craft of writing. There is nothing better than having to write when you feel as if there is nothing left in the buffer; that is the craft. Today is being particularly annoying. Sir helped. I […]

Dry

I shift in my seat. I have been off Sir’s masturbation schedule because of the heat and other things. Of course today, when it is no-masturbation Thursday, that ol’ sex drive starts waking up. It does not help that my steady diet of recreational reading is mostly pornographic. I like paranormal porn, what can I […]

Smoky

It is high summer. Wildfires are burning. Smoke from far away barely hides the sun. Eyes, ears, noses, and throats are irritated. People scurry from air conditioned car to air conditioned store and back. I am home after a shopping trip. It is still too warm for me to feel like making myself come. I […]

Summer

It is summer in these parts. It has been so warm that my sex life has been one purely of imagination and reading. Which makes writing about them difficult. Even in fantasy mode, it is difficult to write about impact play, bondage, and other games because I am distracted by the warmth and heat. Normally, […]

It is warm today. I can feel the slow crawl of the beads of sweat as they roll down my skin. Sir has decided against the house collar. I wear only my day collar; its slight weight a reminder of Sir’s care for me. I kneel in my spot, on a mat to save my […]